Under his murderous gaze, Kim Zhiyuan nonchalantly sat on the sofa with her legs crossed, speaking unabashedly, "I'm not short on money, and there's nothing wrong with my brain. Who shall I tell? The paparazzi? Besides, we're in a partnership now, and I'd like to rely on you to have some quiet days. I don't want to be on blind dates or en route to them 365 days or 366 days a year."
Li Beijue's face relaxed somewhat.
"However..." Kim Zhiyuan propped her chin, curiously leaned forward, stretched out her hand to unfold the crumpled materials on the table, glanced at the content she had already read, and asked, "What do you plan to do now? Tell your girlfriend directly?"
Her penchant for stirring up trouble showed as she added another line, "Honestly, with your girlfriend's personality, I don't think she can accept this outcome."
